I still ask you for advice; because the respect was never lost.
I still miss some of your parts; because well lust is lust, no matter how much I try to be a grown up.
But, I am on my way, on my yellow brick path with no fantastic ending. I am going. Every day I am farther and farther away; farther and farther away, from you.
Wish me luck and don’t check to see if I look back.
I still miss some of your parts; because well lust is lust, no matter how much I try to be a grown up.
But, I am on my way, on my yellow brick path with no fantastic ending. I am going. Every day I am farther and farther away; farther and farther away, from you.
Wish me luck and don’t check to see if I look back.
2 comentarios:
hace mucho pycka me paso tu link, soy su prima, y ahorita lei algunas de tus cosas... no se si son ficcion o realidad o una mezcla pero cuanta identificacion! saludos!!
Pues muchas son realidades que decido hacer más grandes; pero a veces si me inspiro y me pongo a mentir ji ji ji. Muchas gracias por leer.
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